There were four of us;

One for each coordinate.

I was East, obviously.

We set our rocks on the ground

Then lifted our hands to the sky

The wind blew our hair back

As we were granted one more season.


Passing the stone to my right

Gave me North for a change.

I could feel the cold pass through me

Like a long forgotten friend.


Changes brought us fruits

Our lessons

Are what we added.